#❈ ― 〈 honey & wildfire are both the colour gold 〉 ic.

[flintstruck]

tag drop 001.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ i’ll raise you like a phoenix.  ╱  ooc.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ the scent of sweat‚ jaws at my throat.  ╱  desires.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ a better knife than you are a person.  ╱  ic.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝   ╱  threads.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ made into a weapon and told to find peace.  ╱​  musings.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝ honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.  ╱  aesthetics.

✧ ⥼ㅤ — ㅤ❝  you’re gonna carry that weight.  ╱  insight & mannerisms.

✧ ⥼ ㅤ— ㅤ❝ i'm sorry. i'm sorry. this may be me at my best.  ╱​  about.

✧ ⥼ ㅤ— ㅤ❝ i can carry it well. it remains heavy.  ╱​  v.001 ; warrior of light.

✧ ⥼ ㅤ— ㅤ❝   ╱​  visage.

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@brightwingxd   /   SC.

  from the beginning, he’d had NO intention of getting involved in the recall efforts. he’d heard about it, getting the same message from winston that every still-living previous employee of the organization got, but it’s been OUTSIDE his realm of interest. they don’t want scientists, anyway --- they want field agents. his work had never been very high on the list of things overwatch had ever considered USEFUL and, in truth, he’s much happier simply not getting involved in all the conflict.

  ---at least, that HAD been his plan --- to simply carry on his own field work, that of travelling to different parts of the world and observing animals in their natural habitats, learning what he can to perhaps be able to provide the world a better understanding of the more... MISUNDERSTOOD ones. plans CHANGED when he’d received a call about an experiment that had been recaptured and brought back to the main base for her safety. they needed someone who could work with her, this genetically modified and mutated bat, and who better than the ZOOLOGIST?

so here he is. at the base of operations for the recall, the last place he wants to be, to provide help to a creature whose creation he’s ADAMANTLY against but who deserves to live a fulfilling life now that she is... what she is.

     “ hello velum, ”  newt greets as the door slides closed behind him, a gentle smile across his lips. datapad in hand, the creature’s file open on the screen, he steps further into the room but does so SLOWLY, just in case a new face unsettles her at all. he’s poured over all of the information he’s been provided multiple times before coming to meet velum and, much as he’s against the sort of experimentation that LED to her creation, newt is admittedly quite fascinated. he’s curious and even rather eager to learn more her in person.  “ i’m here to get to know you and work with you. my name is newt, i’m a zoologist who specializes in animal behaviour. it’s lovely to finally meet you--- i’ve read a GREAT deal about you over the last few days. ”

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❝ I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit. ❞ / for libby, from carter

“Well, then.” Libby glances over her shoulder before inching a little closer to him, barely rising up to her toes to kiss his nose. “Consider that NOTED.” And with that, she smirked, turned on her heel and left the room. Whether he followed her was his own prerogative, but she was suddenly very busy in the kitchen.

★ ❛ @sanctifiedsouls / @echowritten — b99.

[moltensuns-m]

tags ( more later )

´ 🔥 。 ——   out.   ﹕   ya i'm a gay but i'm also a gun. ´ 🔥 。 ——   delete.   ﹕   just throw it in the garbage hole zero u shit. ´ 🔥 。 ——   red.   ﹕   surprised when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild. ´ 🔥 。 ——   white.   ﹕   the heart has no metrics or forms of measure. ´ 🔥 。 ——   black.   ﹕   your hopes have become my burden. ´ 🔥 。 ——   yellow.   ﹕   scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical. ´ 🔥 。 ——   ch. st.   ﹕   honey &. wildfires are both the colour gold. ´ 🔥 。 ——   aes.   ﹕   your heart is made of steel &. your skin of dragon scales. ´ 🔥 。 ——   hc.   ﹕   &. the scars that mark my body are silver &. gold. ´ 🔥 。 ——   ic.   ﹕   what a lovely way to burn. ´ 🔥 。 ——   sc.   ﹕   turn the pain into power. ´ 🔥 。 ——   prompt.   ﹕   i got detention for saying eat my ass in the hallway. ´ 🔥 。 ——   ask.   ﹕   so rise like the sun &. burn like a star. ´ 🔥 。 ——   ship aes.   ﹕   so maybe the dragon needs saving. ´ 🔥 。 ——   becomestorm.   ﹕   i love their rainstorm smile. how thunder drips from their lips. ´ 🔥 。 ——   fractaele.   ﹕   keep me together. hold my bones together. ´ 🔥 。 ——   sunflowyr.   ﹕   if there's a light at the end，it's just the sun in your eyes. ´ 🔥 。 ——   freezerburn.   ﹕   we wear our loneliness well. we wear it together.

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@kariio   /   SC.

  howling winds pull and tug at the ends of his coat and his scarf, hefty boots leaving a trail in the near KNEE DEEP snow as his trek up the mountain continues. even with multiple spells cast to help keep him warm in this blistering cold climate, he’s still had to bundle himself up in a hat and thick pair of gloves. it’s tough going but, despite of all that, newt is no less aware of his surroundings.

he’s getting CLOSE. he’s spotted chunks of fur snagged on the branches of a couple trees now, and there are trails in the snow throughout the area --- he can guess APPROXIMATELY how old they are by the amount of snow that has built back up in them, but the very fact that they’re visible in a place like this tells him that even the ones almost hidden can’t be more than a few days old.

     the creature comes through here often. its den MUST be nearby.

unlike many of his ventures to track down magical creatures in order to study them, this particular one is more unique in that... he isn’t quite SURE what he’s tracking. no, actually, he has NO IDEA what this beast is --- he’s never heard of anything quite like it. given the habitat it resides in, it’s not at all impossible to imagine this is something previously undiscovered. however, with how FRIGHTENED the townspeople in the small, nearby village are, newt suspects he hasn’t got the greatest amount of time to gain the creature’s trust and find it a more suitable home, further away from the ever-expanding territory of humankind.

  ‘man-eater,’ he’s heard. ‘MONSTER.’ with the language barrier between himself and the people native to the area, he’s only managed to understand the bare minimum of the rumours that drew him to the mountain and, though he PLANS to learn more of what has happened between the townspeople and this creature, newt wants to get a first look at what he’s dealing with. perhaps even initiate his attempts at building trust and begin his study. he doesn’t believe a WORD of the ‘evil’ of the beast that the townsfolk claim, but he IS prepared for anything --- including attack.

up ahead, as he climbs up the last of a steep incline onto flatter ground, lies a rocky cliff-face in which he can spot a few holes --- most notably, a particularly LARGE opening which appears quite deep. a cave, one with several trails leading to and from it. he’s found it. rather than move closer, as the small space would put him at a DANGEROUS DISADVANTAGE should the creature prove aggressive on initially sighting him, newt crouches down in the snow several feet away and waits. it’ll come out sometime, if it’s even home at the moment, and keeping his distance provides more opportunity for learning through observation. ideal, given he has NO IDEA of the best way to approach this creature.

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@twotailshakes:  ( x )

[ text - newt 🐉 ]: listen, bingo is a treasure to mankind [ text - newt 🐉 ]: and itd be a damn shame if nobody knew what she was thinkin [ text - newt 🐉 ]: also i may have had a few extra drinks last night [ text - newt 🐉 ]: thats just between you and me though [ text - newt 🐉 ]: besides [ text - newt 🐉 ]: if anybody was going to enjoy that itd be you [ text - newt 🐉 ]: pretty sure i could care for your ol fox myself with how often youve rattled off care instructions like its some sorta expensive car

[ text: mccree ]  i believe ‘a few extra drinks’ is being generous [ text: mccree ]  you were quite drunk by the end of the night. [ text: mccree ]  and i’ll have you know that a fox requires far more care than an expensive car. [ text: mccree ]  any animal does. [ text: mccree ]  ...nigel in particular though, as he’ll run off with your wallet if you aren’t watching him closely enough.

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@circusglass   /   SC.

     “ molly... ”  the name comes out on a note closer to a whine than anything he’s said in YEARS. he might be mildly embarrassed if he wasn’t so incredibly UNCOMFORTABLE. as it is, however, newt trails along behind the tiefling, practically dragging his feet like a petulant child down the street. tempting as it is to simply APPARATE AWAY and not deal with this, he reminds himself -- as he has every fifteen minutes or so since molly announced his plans for them for the day -- that the other has done a GREAT deal for him since they met, and put up with many... annoyances without all that much complaint. he ought to return the favour and indulge MOLLY’S interests now and then. that’s... what friends are meant to do, after all, isn’t it? ...a bit of a new experience for him, in truth, but he HAS come to enjoy molly’s friendship. enough to allow himself to be dragged along to activities outside his own interest, as well as his comfort zone.

it won’t stop him from COMPLAINING about it the whole time, however.

     “ is shopping really necessary? ”  gaze flits about the street, the shops they pass by, and newt makes a face --- an expression that one can really only label as a GRIMACE.  “ my wardrobe doesn’t need to be spiffed up any, honestly, and--- and i KNOW that i owe you some new jewelry that nigel’s nicked, but... well, i-- i’d hoped i could simply give you the money. you certainly don’t NEED me tagging along, do you? ”

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@hecared   /   SC.

  often as he sustains injuries in his line of work, it isn’t so often that he goes to anyone to seek HELP in treating them. there are a number of reasons for this, really, the SIMPLEST being that he’s adept enough that he can generally patch himself up without any problem. ...and the most SERIOUS being that many of the creatures he works with, generally the cause of any injuries, are QUITE ILLEGAL to have possession of. showing up with bites from an animal which lives on another continent entirely is nothing if not suspicious.

today, however, is one of the few where he HAS to make an exception. in working with a nundu he’s still in the process of developing his bond with, a wrong move on his part resulted in claws meeting the flesh of his back. the wounds are quite deep, he thinks, judging from the amount of pain and blood that’s resulted, but given the placement... it’s DIFFICULT for him to be sure. or to do anything about them on his own.

so here he is, white in pallor as he leans against the reception desk for support, impressively CALM for someone bleeding through the towel he’s haphazardly wrapped around himself in an effort to apply some pressure to his wounds.

     “ so sorry, but i’m rather in need of a healer. unfortunate little incident with a hippogriff, ”  newt lies easily, forcing a brief, WEARY smile.  “ it’s, ehm... a bit of an emergency. ”

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@oncelovcd   /   SC.

  for ten minutes now, he’s been standing outside on the landing to the flat. for ten whole minutes, he’s been shuffling his feet uncomfortably and ARGUING with himself internally over whether he should simply leave --- he’d already turned down the invitation for dinner this morning, after all. he can leave, avoid an awkward evening he doesn’t particularly want to face, and NO ONE ever has to know that he was here.

through all of the invitations --- and there have been many --- from theseus and leta both since their engagement, newt has remained stubborn in avoiding attending any dinners. theseus has already been on his case to an IRRITATING degree, and as much as a large part of him does want to reconnect with leta... it’s too difficult. it’s too... uncomfortable. he wouldn’t even know where to START.

mind made, settling on the decision to back down, that coming here was foolish, he starts to turn but, before he can even take ONE step down the stairs, the door to the flat opens. ...leta must have caught sight of him through the window.

     “ ...i brought wine, ”  he says rather than offering a greeting, raising the glass bottle grasped in one of his hands. without quite meeting leta’s gaze, newt gives a weak, AWKWARD sort of smile and nervously shifts his stance. ...surprise?

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@onwingsofgreen  /  sc.

     “ She’s beautiful. ”  Words come just above a breath and without so much as a glance in the other’s direction, gaze fixated on the dragon before him. Awe is palpable in his voice, his entire demeanor --- one might mistake this as his first time in the presence of a dragon for how amazed he seems. It isn’t, he has actually worked quite closely with a variety breeds in the past, but meeting new dragons is always breathtaking regardless of how familiar he may or may not be with the breed. Smile bright, Newt finally wrests his focus from the great reptile and turns it instead on N’len, the incredible woman who cares for the creature.

     “ Sinlith, you said? Lovely. And how long has she been under your care? ”

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@circusglass  /  sc.

     “ She likes you, ”  he observes cheerfully upon hearing the friendly grunt of the Erumpent, who nudges gently at Molly with her horn. Running a hand affectionately along the creature’s flank, Newt looks to the Tiefling with a grin, pleased to see any of the creatures in his case taking a liking to one of the few people he’s ever brought inside to meet them. Of course, the Erumpent is hardly the pickiest among them, quite the friendly girl, but it’s no less encouraging because of the fact.

     “ And I don’t believe it’s only because you’ve brought her meal for her. She isn’t usually this outgoing around newer faces, regardless of whether or not they’re holding her feed bucket. ”

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@avroris:  ( x )

‘  we won’t stop until grindelwald is apprehended.   ’        a simple statement,         matter-of-factly,       like there is no room for argument,       no way to disagree.        the other’s calm suggestion is enough to  irk,       just lightly scratch the surface of his tolerance.        because he’s become a man even less patient,        less tolerant of weakness.        so determined is he,        yearning,       burning to get the revenge that he deserves.        ———   nothing will be in his way.       graves won’t stop.        and if the last thing he’ll ever do is cast the killing curse on the dark wizard then he can die in peace at last.        there’s no rest for his soul,        no rest for the wicked,        nothing to put his mind at ease,        not until that day will come.        the other does not know of war,        not like he does.        his reply is crueler than necessary,       he knows this.        but help is simply not desired.        ‘   i suggest,        mr. scamander,        that if you do not see the gravity of our endeavor,        you should keep to creature - tending.   ’

  Response enough to draw him to a pause, lips purse and his head ducks in a slight movement. Stopping altogether and for good hadn’t been the intent of his suggestion, rather merely the idea of... a break, of sorts. There has been little time taken for Graves to recover since the events of New York, from what he’s gathered, and it’s largely out of concern that he’s said anything. Surely it’s better for everyone involved in the efforts if the auror is in a healthy state, both physically and mentally?

     “ ---It isn’t that, ”  he speaks after a moment, tone of voice still calm, if a touch quieter than before. Graves need not know that he would actually much rather keep to studying and caring for creatures than being part of this movement, as it were --- the situation is... complex, and Newt would prefer he not know the details behind it all if only to avoid further complication.  “ I’m quite aware of the gravity. ”  It has, after all, been impressed quite heavily upon him a number of times already, and it isn’t as though he’s oblivious to the damage Grindelwald is capable of, has already caused.  “ I simply meant... it seems rather unlikely that he will be found within the week. There’s no harm to come from slowing down for a day or two. Better that we face him with a rested psyche than a weary one. ”

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✵ ― @hillrot

  It would seem that he’s chosen a good time to visit his old school. ---Or, at least visit the grounds, seeing as he has no intention of actually stepping into the school itself. Though he’s not been in school for nearly a decade now, Newt likes to come back on a semi-regular basis when he can simply to check in on the creatures who call the land surrounding Hogwarts home. And it’s days like this where he’s particularly glad that he does so.

He’d been on his way to check on the Unicorns and their newest foal, but had only just gotten into the Forbidden Forest when a very panicked Hippogriff came charging out of the deeper woods. Startled as he is by the suddenness of it all, the wizard acclimatizes to the situation quickly, remaining calm, now focused fully on wanting to calm the poor creature down. Then he can worry about figuring out what’s happened to frighten her, as well as carry on with the original intent behind his visit -- only then, and not a moment sooner.

Deeply familiar with Hippogriffs, Newt immediately lowers into a bow, arms outstretched behind himself. As expected, given her state, the winged beast offers no bow in response. That’s fine, she’s been badly spooked -- he’d have been surprised if she had stopped to respond. Carefully, his movements sure but slow, Newt stands back up and raises his hands so that she knows he has nothing in them, that he isn’t planning to attack or harm her in any way.

     “ There now, it’s alright, ”  he murmurs soothingly, gaze unwavering from the creature before him. Putting out one foot, he initiates a cautious approach, but pauses when he notices the Hippogriff’s already ruffled feathers begin to puff out further. Even as he remains still, she rears up, wings spread wide, and kicks out with taloned feet and a piercing, frightened screech. Understanding perfectly, Newt ducks back a couple of careful paces without any fear of his own to be detected.  

     “ Have all the space you want, it’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. ”  Voice calm as ever, he’s content to take as long as she needs in order to be comfortable with his presence. Focused as he is on the Hippogriff, who lets out another cry along with the beat of her wings, any other presences which might be lurking nearby go unnoticed by the wizard, who lowers himself into yet another deep bow in an effort to soothe.

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@soulfulauror: ( x )

The air in London is an icy sort of chilly. Her breath comes out in tufts of frost and if she squinted the drizzle that had persisted through the day had turned to sleet in the clouds left over. Few people seemed to walk the street of the escape ladder below making it seem for a city all the world dead. But then she supposed in the dreariness it only made since– It was as if the entire world knew the heaviness that rested in her heart.

What a silly and selfish idea that was, really!

Leather coats she found surprisingly lacked warmth– or perhaps that was a reflection of the time she’d spent outside. After everything that had transpired, she hadn’t returned to New York, not to the emptiness of her shared apartment. Not when she was technically still on foreign assignment. Jacob was in London, unsure of what to do with himself with Queenie’s.. Queenie’s defection. Staying with Newt, she supposed, since he seemed to be in his apartment every time she stopped by. Just as she had tonight only one to fret around cooking and the other apologizing and saying it was time for feeding his creatures.

She’d only been able to sit for so long without anything else to occupy her mind. Jacob had tried for cheery– awkward– conversation. She’d smiled and found herself with a book in hand, but found like far too many things lately her mind wandered. It’s how she ended up now on the fire escape of Newt’s flat, dark eyes scanning the streets for an answer to something.

A question she couldn’t put into words.

It was getting late, she thought mildly, perhaps it was time to return to the small room in the Cauldron provided for her. The thought barely passes when she hears the sound of the window being pulled up and the brief warmth from the inside tingling her skin. She blinked hazily, tilting her head back to stare upwards owlishly. “Newt?” She inquired questioningly before noticing there was something in his hands.

A cup. The smell hits her nostrils before she thinks to ask what it is: cocoa. The woman sucked in a breath in continued surprise. In the brief moments they’d discussed drinks Newt seemed to favor other things– tea especially. It’s not that which surprises her, it’s how he seemed to offer it to her beneath his fringe.

Another moment passed before she snapped to her senses, fingers gently wrapping around the warmth of the mug as she lifted away from him. Her teeth catching on her lower lip as she shifted to bring the cup to her lips. The sweet aroma soothing the way her heart seemed to be permanently wrenched in her chest. She takes a breath before pulling the drink away, balancing it in her lap before she glanced back up at where he remained.

Tina flashed an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Newt,” she breathed out– A part of her wondered if he knew how grateful she was in that moment. Hot cocoa for cold nights and long talks, her mama had always said. It’d become a comfort in her adult years.

Her thumb circled the top of the mug as her mind rushed for something to say, but she can only come up with one simple question:

“Everyone taken care of for the night?”

  A nod was the only real response to her thanks, paired with a small smile. Cocoa was not really his drink of preference and it was one that he didn’t keep in stock within his own home, though that much had changed recently --- not for Tina, so much, but for Jacob who was staying with him for the moment. The fact that it was Tina’s favourite drink was certainly a bonus though, and he was glad to be able to provide it for her as both something of an apology and as an offer of comfort while she seemed so... out of sorts.

     “ Oh--- yes. Everyone should be set unless an emergency arises. ”  Referring, of course, to the creatures homed within his case ( as well as the few whom he allowed to wander his flat freely ), Newt nodded again. Smile spreading a touch, there was a faint twist of amusement to it as he continued;  “ Even Jacob seems to have retired to the spare room for the evening. ”

The entirety of her visit today, he had been unable to really... Well, visit with her, and for that he felt bad. While Tina was here in London, he wanted to provide her with company when she wasn’t working, someplace she could go to spend time with friends and hopefully relax. Especially with all that had been happening as of late. Thus far though, he’d done nothing but fail spectacularly.

     “ I’m so sorry that we’ve not been able to talk. You caught me on a busy day again, I’m afraid, and... ”  Trailing off, Newt pressed his lips together and briefly glanced away. Most days he was actually quite busy -- caring for the creatures in his case was a full-time job in itself, but there had been meetings to tend to about his book, discussions with the head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry over when he might be able to return to work, and all that topped with Jacob temporarily living with him and Tina visiting now and then while she was on foreign assignment... It was a lot to juggle. Far more social obligation than he was accustomed to, so now and then there was a ball dropped.  “ ---Well, I’m not particularly used to having someone staying in my flat, I suppose. ”

Glancing back to the auror sitting beneath him on the fire escape, the look he flashed her was genuinely apologetic. Really, he’d like nothing more than to be able to have some proper time with Tina, but it seemed they may be destined to meet only while things were hectic for one or both of them. Drawing in a breath, Newt peered out at the rain pelting down just beyond the narrow metal walkway and squinted slightly at the little cloud that rose with his exhale.

     “ Nippy out, isn’t it? ”  He noted, peering once more at Tina and wondering how she had managed to sit outside for so long in this weather. Quiet time to herself, perhaps, though it was far too cold for it without a warmer jacket. Maybe he could coax her inside now that things were calmer and they had some time where they could visit. ...If she didn’t want to return to the inn right away, that was.  “ Why don’t you come in and warm up? I have some biscuits that I think should go quite well with the cocoa, and you’re much better off not catching yourself a cold. ”

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@theimpalpable  /  sc.

  At home, and even across the various countries he’s visited, he’s become quite good at avoiding government officials. In New York, however, it seems he has a knack for attracting the attention of MACUSA employees. It’s beginning to get frustrating, though fortunately this one does at least seem less strict than Tina had been to begin with -- that leaves some chance of him being able to slip away in order to track down the last of his escaped creatures.

     “ It was a misunderstanding, ”  he lies, shifting his suitcase from one hand to the other while offering the woman a bright, fairly forced, smile. She doesn’t seem to be an auror, considering that she hasn’t functioned by the ‘apprehend first, ask questions later’ mode of thought in approaching a wanted man. That’s good, it works in his favour because it means that she was probably not present for any of the events which provided damning evidence to the contrary of the words he presents her with now. Risky to even try to so boldly get away with the lies, yes, but it’s the only choice he has --- he won’t allow his creatures to fall into MACUSA’s hands, not again, and he has to hunt down the last of them before they get hurt. It’s lying or using more forceful methods, and the latter isn’t something Newt is willing to do.

     “ A rather messy one, but a misunderstanding all the same. Everything in my case is perfectly legal and it was determined that I’m not at fault for any of the attacks, nor are any of my creatures. Now, I’m afraid I’m running late, so if you’ll excuse me--- ”

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@strikecdr:  ( cont from x )

❝ Afraid not, Newton; I can patch you through to someone who can,   though, if it’s urgent. ❞

Came his voice, relayed at real time over the communications system directly into to the   watchpoint the lone scientist    had been assigned. With communications active, data flooded the screen before the strike commander’s desk;   Jack briefly eying the remote base’s most recent activity reports– another thing he’ll later be tasked with reading.   Until then, however, he proceeded to continue;      the slightest inflection of humor lacing his tone.

❝ If you need long term help with translations, I believe we might be   able to find  s o m e o n e  fluent enough who also  won’t put in a   request for transfer within the first six months– IF you’re willing to   wait, of course.   —What’s prompted you to ask, though? ❞

     “ ah, no, that won’t be necessary--- ”

  quite CONTENT in having the watchpoint to himself, the offer of long term assistance was turned down hastily, newt shaking his head despite the call being audio only. it wasn’t as though this was a reoccurring instance anyway, the need for translation from chinese, so there really was NO NEED --- a fact he was about to elaborate on when suddenly prompted by the strike commander with a question of his own. a question that earned a NOTABLE PAUSE before being given an answer.

     “ it’s really--- it isn’t all that important. there’s been a report, you see, a possible new sighting of sinomicrurus hatori -- hatori’s coral snake, a rare species, although the VALIDITY of it being a separate species from sinomicrurus sauteri is still rather up for debate as there are no records of differing morphological data between the two. not as of YET, at least. ”  a beat. ...where was he going with this?  “ ---ah, but the report, it’s written in chinese and i’ve not been able to find a translation. it’s a matter of SCIENTIFIC INTEREST, but hardly urgent. ”

none of that was REMOTELY true. though the real situation started out similarly, with data written in chinese that was worth his curiosity as a zoologist, and it was in fact about a rare snake, the stories separated DRASTICALLY from there. the truth was that he’d rescued a critically endangered lazell’s blind snake from being SOLD on the black market. ...by purchasing it himself. it had arrived this morning, and come with papers full of information newt was unable to read for himself.

probably nothing CRITICAL though.

     “ and certainly not requiring a long term translator. ---though i appreciate the offer. ”